Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
MDC,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.